annaocxo (Ireland)() published:
The old church at the back of the farmyard knew when it was night. It could tell by the way the moon hit the shattered stained glass on the floor of the abandoned sacristy. It could tell the seasons in that very same way, too. In summer, the glint came later. In winter, it could be seen during the time one might still call day.
That’s how it knew it was night when the old farmer came to visit. John...
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